Mazel Tov!

For some reason, over the past few weeks, I've felt this strong urge to cry.

It comes every once in a while; I can't explain it, but it feels like the smallest thing gets me misty eyed...

I'll read something beautiful, like that Tur I posted a short while ago. I'll see an amazing display of bravery on a clip someone e mails me, and I feel the waterworks.

I'm not embarassed - everyone needs to cry sometimes - but I feel like like I have to fight the tears back until I have a good opportunity. Sometimes that manifests during prayer, sometimes it is apropos for a certain occasion.

Which is why - in the lull of activity that began a few hours before Shabbos ended - I sit here, crying tears of thanks and gratitude to the Master of the World, who has seen fit to give me another gift: a beautiful baby boy.

My wife is doing well, thank God, and my son is oblivious to the fact that he has to share the attention now...

...and I can barely contain my joy.

HaShem!

Thank You!
Thank You!
Thank You!

May it be His will that we all share in only joyous occasions, forever, Amen!